Anakin POV

Dooku was a master swordsman, and even that was an understatement. As an artist at Makashi, which focuses on the ancient craft of fencing, Dooku focused on precise footwork and movement to gain momentum over your opponent. He focused on the art of the duel since he was a young Padawan of Yoda, and he was amazing at it. He could out fight anyone, including Palpatine. When I was Vader, Palpatine would constantly compare us, saying that Dokoo was by far my superior in combat in almost any style.

But, I was the Chosen One, and the strongest being in the Force, period. I was literally created by the Force to restore balance to it. What Dooku could do with the blade, I could do with raw strength. The Force just flowed through my body constantly, telling me how to fly my ship, how to fight, and how to out think an opponent. When I listened to my instincts in battle, I was invincible, more than Dokoo's equal. The battle was mine, if I did not become too desperate to use the Dark Side like I did with Sidious.

My lightsaber form, Shien, was totally different than Dokoo's, Makashi. It had a variation which was great against blaster fire, Djem So, and was a fierce and strong attack for lightsaber battle. I loved it from the minute Obi-Wan taught it to me when I was only twelve years old, and had been practicing it ever since, for over thirty five years. That experience combined with my strength in the force was giving me the edge in this fight.

Makashi on the other hand was designed to duel and win. It was created to allow you to disarm your opponent with minimum effort but maximum concentration. It was not focused on being the strongest or having the heaviest blows, but on being the most cunning and outmaneuvering your opponent. It was an ancient art of fencing and fell out of favor for the more intense forms with quicker results. I study it and use it sometimes when it is useful against a skilled opponent, but I did not have the patience to use it all of the time.

We were exchanging blows trying to find each others weakness. We were both very prideful people, creating moments where we both went for daring moves and difficult maneuvers. I knew I needed to keep my guard up if I was going to somehow gain the upper hand in this battle. Dooku's weakness was that he put his trust in his own ability and not in the Force, a dangerous mistake. As we were blocking and parrying, I realized that Dooku was trying to rely on his own strength and skill to attack. I needed to do more than that. Breathing in deeply, I gave myself to the power of the force, to the Light Side.

"Are you comfortable here, Skywalker?" Dooku asked suddenly.

"Huh. What?" I said. Thinking that he was trying to use trickery, I refocused on the battle. I did an uppercut which he sidestepped easily, and I must turn quickly to block his blow from my side.

"This was your home. I was wondering if you missed it?" he asked as he swept low at my legs.

I jumped backwards to get out of the way, and started a barrage of attacks alternating sides. Dooku easily deflected them, and started to smile.

"We are getting testy, aren't we?" he asked.

"Shut up," I commanded.

I sliced at his head, hoping to end the conversation, but he blocked it, and my saber ricocheted back. Then he came at me, moving with such speed and agility, that I could not fathom where he received the energy for a minute. I stepped backwards as I blocked and dodged his blade as it came for my body, and I thought quickly as how to tip the scale of the battle back in my favor.

"You know Count, I heard a great deal about you," I said. "Sidious was so happy to be rid of you and have Vader in your place. He spoke of my superiority to you constantly."

Dokoo's grin turned into a snarl and he began attacking with a series of blows that were furious but careless as well. The Force moved my hands to block the predictable blows, until I found an opening. As I suspected, Dokoo became so careless, and left his side open. I sliced at his ribs, exposing them.

Stumbling back, Dokoo grabbed at his midsection and fell to his knees. In his panic, he dropped his lightsaber, and I bent down to retrieve it. I crossed the blades around his neck and snarled.

"Well what does this remind me of?" I asked.

"Skywalker, have mercy," he begged.

I scoffed. "Mercy? After everything that you have done?"

"After what you did, you were forgiven," he said.

I crossed the blades tighter around his neck. "You know," I said, "I am not feeling so-"

"Sir!" came a voice.

I turned and saw Rex and Lee with several clones with their guns drawn on us. I gritted my teeth and cursed under my breath that I could not enact my revenge, but at least this was Dooku not Palpatine.

"Hey boys perfect timing. Rex, have a collar?"

Rex came in and put a Force inhibitor collar on Dooku as I deactivated the lightsaber. Then Lee handed Rex some cuffs, and Rex cuffed him. As Rex and Lee stood Dooku up, I fantasized about killing him, and imagined how good revenge could have tasted.